When dreams seem to turn to ashes
and the memories started bashing
upon the mind, I would see
upon a rainy street
a man looking at me,
he is love-starved...
looking for a heart
so he could crush
and make weep,
then he whispered in my ears
no weeping please;
this is what he said to me,
love only sleep when your dreaming,
in a place of heavy screaming.
-Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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FantasyDURING MY LIFE During my life, I had to learn to meet my adversity gracefully, in my active life, I have amused myself in writing poems, I scribbled words down, and see where it would lead me it didn't matter what kind of place I was at, or emotions...
